Andrea Cohen

Winter

The moths have sewn
another hole
into my sweater.

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No Moon, But

I knew it was
the beekeeper

who touched me,
not because she

tasted of honey,
but because she

was unafraid
of being stung.

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Wind 101

I took
notes–

the wind
took those.

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Openings

Eternity has closed
its doors—good

riddance! I didn’t
want forever

forever—just this
pear tree, branches

backlit & the fruits
I can’t get to.

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Gift

I gave her
my emptiness.

She put it
in a locket.
 


Andrea Cohen's poems have appeared in The New Yorker, The Atlantic Monthly, Poetry, The Threepenny Review, and elsewhere. Her fifth collection, Unfathoming, was published this year by Four Way Books. Other recent collections include Furs Not Mine and Kentucky Derby. Cohen directs the Blacksmith House Poetry Series in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and the Writers House at Merrimack College.